Zippity Do Dah! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Another great weekend for me (and hopefully for my dad, too…we celebrated!), but not really so much for my honey. 
 
Kind of a funny story (if you’re not SexyPants).  You know how SexyPants had surgery for his kidney stone?  So he had to have a stent put in so that he could pass the little chunks of stone, and it needs to be kept in until Thursday or whenever he gets so tired of it that he can’t stand it anymore.  Poor guy.  This thing is basically a tube that runs from his kidney allllll the way down through his urethra (I’m pretty sure that’s what it’s called in men, too, right?).  Anyway, the doctor attached a long string to this contraption and it hangs out of the tip.  I believe it’s for easy removal of the stent.
 
OK, so yesterday SexyPants and I met my Daddy-o and Mom for a Father’s Day brunch at this really cool new restaurant downtown that I’d picked out.  I was really excited, and SexyPants was feeling up to it, so we were looking forward to a fun afternoon.
 
At one point, SexyPants excused himself to go to the bathroom.  He was gone for a really, really long time, but I wasn’t really worried about it because I knew that he needed to be extra careful with the contraption and all.  Plus, the hydrocodone was giving him some digestive issues as well.
 
Anyway, when SexyPants arrived back at the table and sat down, almost immediately he told me that he was going to have to take care of something and would be another minute.  I asked him if he was okay and he said no, but that he would tell me all about it when he came back to the table.
 
This time, it wasn’t nearly as long as the first time.
 
And he explained that he’d gotten the stent string stuck in his ZIPPER when he used the bathroom and that he’d had to ask a WAITER for a pair of scissors so that he could free his poor penis from being harnessed to his zipper! Oh, the poor guy!!  I could just feel his pain…and yet, we all laughed and laughed.  He was so cool about it.
 
And then, I guess at one point during our brunch (when I got up to use the restroom), my mother asked him where this “thing” was going (referring to SexyPants and my relationship).  I could kill her for asking, but SP took it in stride and apparently told her that indeed, he thought it was going places!  ; )  Now THAT could have been a painful issue as well!
 
Still, we did have to cut our lunch short, and while I feel a bit bad about that, it was great to have Father’s Day dinner with mom and dad and SexyPants.
 
We ended up going home and taking it easy by taking a nap and watching a moving and generally resting.
 
SP is fine…at least as far as I know.  I had to take him to the airport last night as he’s on his final hurrah trip for his soon-to-be former company.  I am a little worried about the fact that he might blow it out and make himself sick, I’m also happy that he’s able to go on this trip.  I’m amazed at how mobile he is for someone who’s had his dick in a sling…and had is slung all over the place!
 
Lots and lots going on with SP, personally and professionally.  I’m going along for this ride!
 
SP is changing his job/career.  He is an entrepreneur and loves running businesses and he has a new opportunity that he’s very excited about.  In addition, he’s put an offer out on another company, and his bid has been accepted, so it looks like he could go in a few different directions.  I’m so proud of him.
 
And The Sitch (his son)….who knows.  He may live with SexyPants in 6-12 months, so I feel like we are holding out for some kind of progress or information about another boarding-type school/system.  We’ll see about that.
 
So.  There you have it.  My love is moving forward, cautiously.   I couldn’t be happier.  I want to live and love a long time with this man.  We need to be healthy and gentle with each other.  We need to have patience and be flexible.  I’m cool with alllll of it!
 
Better run for now.  Just wanted to get that stuff out.  Miss writing regularly!!
 
Love, love and more love!